My Heart's in the Highlands (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. Next Morning. I Have frequently gone to sleep at Paris and woke up (so to speak) at Marseilles; have parted with daylight in the gloomy streets and woolly sky of an afternoon in drizzling November, and found it again with a morning sun flashing upon the Mediterranean and glistening upon the olive woods; and I have passed out of a daytime existence, too, on a grey, dull day, in the far northern corner of France, near the borders of Belgium, and woke to realize it again with the Bay of Biscay stretching broadly before me, the sun shining gloriously on distant Spanish hills, and the "white horses" that crest the long rolling waves that break over the bar of Bayonne, glittering in snowy beauty and throwing up their silvery spray in crystal flakes against the sky. And each and all of these experiences were delightful, but in my frank opinion not one of them can compare with the real exhilaration and enjoyment of that journey by which we leave London, hot, suffocating, and sun-scorched, at 8 p.m, behind us, and find ourselves in the fresh, free air of the Scottish mountains by breakfast-time next morning at Perth. Who has not enjoyed that excellent breakfast those "Finnan haddies," and marmalade, the fresh country butter, the Scotch "baps," and the cream; and the cheery faces and the Highland welcomes and greetings; the mingling of voices and the quaint combination of nationalities going on all round; and the stir and the bustle and all the pleasant excitement, as everybody eats and laughs and talks, and rejoices in the long night journey being over, the Highlands attained once more, and the pleasures of the season all to come before them? The Perth station was in a state of special excitement this morning when our party arrived. It was true, as Keit...